[The bathtub back at their run-down townhouse can barely fit one of them, lot along both. Charlie still has to bend his knees to fit in, but the slope of the back makes it perfect to lay his head on Meyer's chest, his hair probably brushing right under his nose. His body is solid and familiar and exactly the reminder he needed after a day like today.

No matter what they're thrown into, having Meyer be here and real and solid makes it seem a little less to overcome.]